Take Me Back to the South

——— Take Me Back to the South Oh, take me back to the South, my love, Where the skies are so balmy and blue, And the soft southern breeze Through the murmuring trees, Is singing the long day through Where the rose never dies and the grasses are green By the river that flows on its way Where the heart never knows The cold wint'ry snows That hasten its summers away. Yes, take me back to the sunny South, Back where the mocking-bird sings; There in light Of the starry night Its wonderful melody rings. My heart is there in the Old Homeland, For 'twas there that I first met you And we pledged our love, While the stars above Looked down through the constant blue. I tire of the noise of the busy crowds, Of the pomp and glitter and show; And I miss the warmth Of heart and hand And the friends that we used to know. Oh, tell me where are the friends so loved, In the days that will come no more? Like autumn leaves In the hurrying breeze They have scattered from shore to shore. Then let us go back to the South, dear heart, If only indreams we go; Let us thrill again To the pleasure and pain That were ours in the long ago. Viva Huish Ray. Provo, Utah